Picking up where we left off with this mornings behind-the-scenes post, after spending last Friday primping, preening and posing for my Company Magazine shoot, my day hit new levels of awesome when the sun went down. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again, no doubt many more times before I get so ancient and saggy that dancing on tables in a cocktail dress no longer holds any appeal, I am a shameless birthday brat. It may only come around once a year but I always insist on holding numerous fêtes d’anniversaire. This year’s second (and hopefully not final) celebration was held on July 19th, exactly one month after my 22nd birthday and approximately three hours after wrapping up the Company shoot. I gathered my nearest and dearest at Soho cocktail bar, Archer Street, and decided to unleash my inner narcissist by donning not one, not two, but THREE items of clothing named “Ella” for the occasion. I strongly suspect/totally know that only one of the pieces (the necklace) was actually named after yours truly but hey, a girl can dream.